Short Stories & Unfinished Stories

Short Story-Leaving Bailey

One Of My Short Stories For L.A =P

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Leaving Bailey

Meaghan J B 9C

Jan. 25.11

            “Bailey!” a voice that choked on their own tears, filled with pain and fear screamed in my head.

            Bailey, that was my name, who I was and all I had ever known, defined who I was. But somehow I could feel myself slipping away, as if my soul was leaving my body.

            “Don’t you dare leave me alone Bailey! Stay with me, please!”  Heartbreak was there now, she knew I was about to go, to leave this world forever and somehow she could tell. Yet she could not reach out and help me, she could only scream.

            Why she couldn’t help me? I did not know.  For my eyes were sealed shut as if melted to stay that way. I could hear the hypnotizing sirens blazing. They were coming, coming for me. While I was already slipping away.

            I could barely even remember what had happened, why I lay on this numbing concrete floor. I was able to focus on small glimpses of what had happened inside my head, as my eyelids opened only for awhile.

            The image that appeared was a boy; about sixteen slapping her across the face and a hand appear before my eyes and cover my mouth. And then a faint voice whispered; ‘don’t scream’. But how could one not scream?

            And the rest was all but a blur. What had happened after his words, I couldn’t remember as I lay here now, shaking slightly. The movement was ever so small that no one but me could notice.

            “The ambulance is here!” One person yelled out.

            “It’s no use, she’s not even moving anymore,” I was, couldn’t they see? No, they’d rather just give up on the girl who lay in one of downtown’s alleyways. Perhaps most of them thought I had overdosed and collapsed.

            “Yes she is! Her fingers are twitching! She’s still alive... she has to be!” Her voice had become desperate and agitated now, fearing that the bystanders were right. And in my mind they were, despite how I had hated them saying ‘it’s no use’ their words were true. Even I couldn’t deny that.

            Surely I didn’t want to die, however I could feel my life slowly going and eventually my life would be gone.

            I’d become just another lost soul.

            Finally, people approached me. Their footsteps and rattling became more evident. And for a second I was able to open my eyes and glance at two dim figures with something in between them. The thing in between them rattled, it was probably a stretcher. Unnatural, it all seemed so unnatural to me.

            I had walked here on foot with her, and I would be leaving this bitter, damp, puddle ridden, alcohol smelling, dark alley way on a stretcher. Life changed so fast in just one glimpse.

            My hands sensed the frosty bars that could only be the sides of my stretcher and sent shivers down my back. Other than that and my fingers occasionally twitching, I did not move.

            The paramedic’s voices were rushed as they allowed her onto the ambulance. Then began assessing my condition and discussing what would need to be done to save me in a calm yet quick tone.